Questioning my existence and wondering what is wrong and what is right, what is good and what is bad, whom can define and whom to depend on and wich reality is true.
Living in a beautiful cruel and fragile world and by living we are leaving, each moment pass by is a step towards death we call it living even if it seems like we're dying slowly fading away, slipping from the physical body into a whole different aspect, turning the presence into a memory.
Alone, I've found comfort in sadness I've found peace and could hear my passions, however when I loved I saw the entire world in the eyes of whom I loved, is it worth it to breathe again maybe couse I don't have a choice.
Hatred grudge and envy are optional, are what I keep my soul away from nomatter how it gets darker.
Pain and soreness are inevitable, are a kind of pleasure, as much you taste them as much you grow faster and since I've a strong desire to grow I shall taste them seeking the growth, I couldn't tell until I tasted.
From my wounds I bleed then from a cup made of gold I've drank my blood.
© Unickk